First Class Fractures
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Still don't own JK Rowling, Enron, Elron, Elmo, or anything. Just assume I don't own it, but also, assume that, neither do you and therefore, YOU CAN'T USE IT GRR RAR! Sorry, Ok I'm done.
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Verlieren's eyes produced a steady stream of tears all through breakfast. Afraid to be seen with her visage red and swollen, she grabbed a muffin and sat on the lawn, listening to the sound of her tears hitting the green grass and the birds chirping softly in the tall trees, oblivious to her presence. She ate only a few bites of the muffin, which was diluted by the salt of her tears, losing interest quickly and laying her head against the tree's soft bark. Having gotten almost no sleep the night before, she shut her eyes for only a moment to rest, and immediately fell asleep from utter exhaustion. She was met by a short but dreamless sleep, which couldn't have been welcomer.
Almost an hour later, Verlieren awoke with a start to realize that she was almost 10 minutes late to her first class, "Care of Magical Creatures." Running to what were presumably the front lawns, she ran to a cabin with people huddled around it, panting for breath. Trying to look inconspicuous behind a group of interested students, Verlieren scammed the crowd for Harry, but neither hide nor hair could be seen. Other Ravenclaws surrounded her, and a second group she thought were the rest of the Gryffindors. Crouching a bit behind a group of giggling girls, she listened intently to the instructor, a man of gigantic size and towering stature, spoke about the animal in front of them.
"Fer the next few months er so, we'll be learning about the hippocampus. Not too much is known about 'em, so I was thinking I'd bring some in so we could figure it out a bit about em ourselves and write a paper about 'em when we're through, just to make sure you're paying attention." The large man said with a mirthful chuckle. Verlieren thought that the man didn't seem very scary at all, though his large build left her a bit intimidated. "The Hippocampus is a large sea creature with the fore end of a horse, and the back end of a fish." He explained, pointing to a huge tank containing 3 such creatures. Verlieren thought they were beautiful immediately, like the unicorns of the sea. "I was thinking about doin' a unit on Horse like creatures this year, but it turns out we aren't allowed to bring in bicorns because they eat human flesh." Verlieren let out an involuntary shudder. Anyone who would want to bring a bicorn into a school was either completely insane, or had an affinity for violence. Either that or a death wish. She blocked the thought of having her flesh eaten from her memory, and turned her focus to the Hippocampus once again. It looked so sad. Maybe because it wasn't free. She wasn't free either, though. She had locked herself up in her own little mind prison, but she locked the door and swallowed the key.
After the man had finished his short spiel about the beautiful creatures, she turned to them and watched 2 of them dance around frantically as if still trying to escape. Then there was the third, still sitting sadly at the bottom of her aquatic prison. Verlieren pressed her nose against the glass, watching them in amusement. She wanted the glass to just disappear, and to ride away into the open ocean, where all her cares and worries would seem insignificant. To climb up its scaly mane and rush through the water to greener pastures in the icy depths.
Snapping back to reality, Verlieren looked at the encapsulated equines, and realized that the poor creatures must be starving, as there appeared to be no food in their tank. Grabbing what remained of her muffin, which seemed quite a lot, she took it upon herself to feed the creatures, especially the small one, who, had they been given any food, would not have had the strength to fight of the other two for his share of the meal. Looking around for a way up, Verlieren noticed a narrow ladder on the side of the tank. Wondering a moment how the huge Professor Rubeus Hagrid would be able to climb it, she came to the conclusion that perhaps, a man of such magnitude would have no need for such a ladder. After a short climb, Verlieren reached the top of the tank, and sat on the edge, shoes skimming the water. Grabbing the crumbling muffin out of her coat pocket, Verlieren dangled her hand in the water, waiting for one of the Hippocampi to come after her treat. One of them stirred. She lowered her hand a bit into the water, leaning forward as the great horse bound up for the top. Leaning as far as she could to reach him, arm submerged in the chilly water, the horse took a great bite of her breakfast, and turned around sharply, creating a great splash that spread almost 10 feet in diameter. Verlieren was so surprised by the sudden gust of icy water that she teetered on her seat, and fell into the frosty waters.
Having never realized just how cold the water was when her hand was dangling in the water, she went into immediate cold shock the moment her head touched the surface. As she slowly sank to the bottom of the tank, many students turned to watch in shock and amusement. Professor Rubeus Hagrid, turning to see what all the commotion was about, saw Verlieren floating in the tank, soaked and sinking to the bottom of the almost 7 meter tall tank. He ran with long strides to the tank, and, putting his foot on the 3rd step, which caused it to sag under his immense weight, climbed over the top and pulled Verlieren out of the water. Coughing, sputtering and shivering violently, Verlieren sat on the grass, dripping in her now drenched uniform, as Hagrid ran inside his cabin to fetch a towel. He brought out a great, wooly one she assumed might have been large enough to wrap a baby killer whale 3 times around.
"What happened? What d'ya think you were doin?" Hagrid spirted, as the other students slowly began to resume normal activities.
"I…I…I…" She said, trembling anxiously, but trying to get words out between shakes, "I was j-j-j-just t-t-trying to g-give him s-s-some of m-m-m-my muffin."
"You can't just feed 'em anything! You've got to be specially trained to handle with Hippocampuses! You can't just mess with 'em all whilly nilly like! They're delicate creatures!" He said, forcefully.
Tears welled up in Verlieren's eyes and she tried to look at her feet, which were also sopping wet.
"There, there now, I didn't mean to make you cry, you just have to be careful around magical creatures.
Verlieren knew absolutely NOTHING about magical creatures, though she HAD had a puppy at one time. She shivered in the cold with despite the warmth of the itchy towel. Hagrid patted her on the back, causing her to cough up even more water, and she Sat on the green, watching Hagrid calm down the Hippocampi. Ok, so this class had been disasterous, and she still hadn't seen Harry, which was probably a good thing, if he hadn't seen her.
"Hey, are you alright?" it was Harry, no such luck.
"Yes, I am fine. I just fell in." she said, shivering.
"I'm sorry you fell, what were you doing up there anyway?"
"I was…feeding them." She said, averting her eyes.
"Feeding them?" Harry chuckled with glee, "You can't do that, silly. There's special ways of feeding them."
"Yes, I had that much figured out." Her hair was wet, but had begun to dry in soft smooth waves. Harry couldn't help but think that Verlieren was kind of pretty. He'd always liked the dark haired girls, and had attributed his kiss with Verlieren as the product of a night of fun and a little too much alcohol, but she seemed so…delicate…shivering be the tree, whose peeling bark was brushing against her smooth wet hair.
"Yeah…."
"Yeah." Verlieren looked at Harry, he didn't look like he thought she was stupid, but he looked concerned, and maybe a little bit amused about the whole thing. She was the only one who thought it was stupid. Well, of the tow of them at least. His face was so close to hers she wanted to reach out and pull him in, just kiss him, and get it over with. Just to touch him again, it seemed so elegant. But just as her hands began to make the trek to his face, Professor Hagrid yelled that it was time for them to be going to their next class. Something called Potions for them.
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Still don't own JK Rowling, Enron, Elron, Elmo, or anything. Just assume I don't own it, but also, assume that, neither do you and therefore, YOU CAN'T USE IT GRR RAR! Sorry, Ok I'm done.
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Verlieren's eyes produced a steady stream of tears all through breakfast. Afraid to be seen with her visage red and swollen, she grabbed a muffin and sat on the lawn, listening to the sound of her tears hitting the green grass and the birds chirping softly in the tall trees, oblivious to her presence. She ate only a few bites of the muffin, which was diluted by the salt of her tears, losing interest quickly and laying her head against the tree's soft bark. Having gotten almost no sleep the night before, she shut her eyes for only a moment to rest, and immediately fell asleep from utter exhaustion. She was met by a short but dreamless sleep, which couldn't have been welcomer.
Almost an hour later, Verlieren awoke with a start to realize that she was almost 10 minutes late to her first class, "Care of Magical Creatures." Running to what were presumably the front lawns, she ran to a cabin with people huddled around it, panting for breath. Trying to look inconspicuous behind a group of interested students, Verlieren scammed the crowd for Harry, but neither hide nor hair could be seen. Other Ravenclaws surrounded her, and a second group she thought were the rest of the Gryffindors. Crouching a bit behind a group of giggling girls, she listened intently to the instructor, a man of gigantic size and towering stature, spoke about the animal in front of them.
"Fer the next few months er so, we'll be learning about the hippocampus. Not too much is known about 'em, so I was thinking I'd bring some in so we could figure it out a bit about em ourselves and write a paper about 'em when we're through, just to make sure you're paying attention." The large man said with a mirthful chuckle. Verlieren thought that the man didn't seem very scary at all, though his large build left her a bit intimidated. "The Hippocampus is a large sea creature with the fore end of a horse, and the back end of a fish." He explained, pointing to a huge tank containing 3 such creatures. Verlieren thought they were beautiful immediately, like the unicorns of the sea. "I was thinking about doin' a unit on Horse like creatures this year, but it turns out we aren't allowed to bring in bicorns because they eat human flesh." Verlieren let out an involuntary shudder. Anyone who would want to bring a bicorn into a school was either completely insane, or had an affinity for violence. Either that or a death wish. She blocked the thought of having her flesh eaten from her memory, and turned her focus to the Hippocampus once again. It looked so sad. Maybe because it wasn't free. She wasn't free either, though. She had locked herself up in her own little mind prison, but she locked the door and swallowed the key.
After the man had finished his short spiel about the beautiful creatures, she turned to them and watched 2 of them dance around frantically as if still trying to escape. Then there was the third, still sitting sadly at the bottom of her aquatic prison. Verlieren pressed her nose against the glass, watching them in amusement. She wanted the glass to just disappear, and to ride away into the open ocean, where all her cares and worries would seem insignificant. To climb up its scaly mane and rush through the water to greener pastures in the icy depths.
Snapping back to reality, Verlieren looked at the encapsulated equines, and realized that the poor creatures must be starving, as there appeared to be no food in their tank. Grabbing what remained of her muffin, which seemed quite a lot, she took it upon herself to feed the creatures, especially the small one, who, had they been given any food, would not have had the strength to fight of the other two for his share of the meal. Looking around for a way up, Verlieren noticed a narrow ladder on the side of the tank. Wondering a moment how the huge Professor Rubeus Hagrid would be able to climb it, she came to the conclusion that perhaps, a man of such magnitude would have no need for such a ladder. After a short climb, Verlieren reached the top of the tank, and sat on the edge, shoes skimming the water. Grabbing the crumbling muffin out of her coat pocket, Verlieren dangled her hand in the water, waiting for one of the Hippocampi to come after her treat. One of them stirred. She lowered her hand a bit into the water, leaning forward as the great horse bound up for the top. Leaning as far as she could to reach him, arm submerged in the chilly water, the horse took a great bite of her breakfast, and turned around sharply, creating a great splash that spread almost 10 feet in diameter. Verlieren was so surprised by the sudden gust of icy water that she teetered on her seat, and fell into the frosty waters.
Having never realized just how cold the water was when her hand was dangling in the water, she went into immediate cold shock the moment her head touched the surface. As she slowly sank to the bottom of the tank, many students turned to watch in shock and amusement. Professor Rubeus Hagrid, turning to see what all the commotion was about, saw Verlieren floating in the tank, soaked and sinking to the bottom of the almost 7 meter tall tank. He ran with long strides to the tank, and, putting his foot on the 3rd step, which caused it to sag under his immense weight, climbed over the top and pulled Verlieren out of the water. Coughing, sputtering and shivering violently, Verlieren sat on the grass, dripping in her now drenched uniform, as Hagrid ran inside his cabin to fetch a towel. He brought out a great, wooly one she assumed might have been large enough to wrap a baby killer whale 3 times around.
"What happened? What d'ya think you were doin?" Hagrid spirted, as the other students slowly began to resume normal activities.
"I…I…I…" She said, trembling anxiously, but trying to get words out between shakes, "I was j-j-j-just t-t-trying to g-give him s-s-some of m-m-m-my muffin."
"You can't just feed 'em anything! You've got to be specially trained to handle with Hippocampuses! You can't just mess with 'em all whilly nilly like! They're delicate creatures!" He said, forcefully.
Tears welled up in Verlieren's eyes and she tried to look at her feet, which were also sopping wet.
"There, there now, I didn't mean to make you cry, you just have to be careful around magical creatures.
Verlieren knew absolutely NOTHING about magical creatures, though she HAD had a puppy at one time. She shivered in the cold with despite the warmth of the itchy towel. Hagrid patted her on the back, causing her to cough up even more water, and she Sat on the green, watching Hagrid calm down the Hippocampi. Ok, so this class had been disasterous, and she still hadn't seen Harry, which was probably a good thing, if he hadn't seen her.
"Hey, are you alright?" it was Harry, no such luck.
"Yes, I am fine. I just fell in." she said, shivering.
"I'm sorry you fell, what were you doing up there anyway?"
"I was…feeding them." She said, averting her eyes.
"Feeding them?" Harry chuckled with glee, "You can't do that, silly. There's special ways of feeding them."
"Yes, I had that much figured out." Her hair was wet, but had begun to dry in soft smooth waves. Harry couldn't help but think that Verlieren was kind of pretty. He'd always liked the dark haired girls, and had attributed his kiss with Verlieren as the product of a night of fun and a little too much alcohol, but she seemed so…delicate…shivering be the tree, whose peeling bark was brushing against her smooth wet hair.
"Yeah…."
"Yeah." Verlieren looked at Harry, he didn't look like he thought she was stupid, but he looked concerned, and maybe a little bit amused about the whole thing. She was the only one who thought it was stupid. Well, of the tow of them at least. His face was so close to hers she wanted to reach out and pull him in, just kiss him, and get it over with. Just to touch him again, it seemed so elegant. But just as her hands began to make the trek to his face, Professor Hagrid yelled that it was time for them to be going to their next class. Something called Potions for them.